Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

The Emancipated Wife by Timothy Shay Arthur It is a little singular — yet certainly true — that people who are very tenacious of their own rights , and prompt in maintaining them, usually have rather vague notions concerning the rights of others . Like the too eager merchant, in securing their own —... Read More

Riches and Poverty! by Timothy Shay Arthur, 1852 "Hard at work, friend Gresler?" said a neighbor, as he stepped into the shop of an industrious, but not very contented tailor. "There is no rest in this world." "Not for some of us, certainly. It's work, work, work, day in and day out, from one year's... Read More

WEALTH! Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. People who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge men into ruin... Read More

Industry and Idleness Timothy Shay Arthur "Come, William, one single day, out of three hundred and sixty-five, is not much." "True, Henry Thorne. Nor is the single drop of water, which first finds its way through the dyke, much; and yet, the first drop but makes room for a small stream to follow, an... Read More

Romance and Reality Timothy Shay Arthur "I met with a most splendid girl last evening," remarked to his friend a young man, whose fine, intellectual forehead, and clear bright eye, gave indications of more than ordinary mental endowments. "Who is she?" was the friend's brief question. "Her name is A... Read More

A Mystery Explained by Timothy Shay Arthur "I hear that you are going to Niagara Falls and to the White Mountains?" asked Hoffman. "Yes, I'm off next week," replied Hamilton. "How long will you be absent?" "From ten days to two weeks." "What will it cost?" "It shall cost something like a hundred dol... Read More

The Wages of the Poor Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "How much is it?" asked the lady, as she drew out her purse, and poured from it into her hand a little pile of silver coins. Before her stood a pale, poorly-dressed, weary-looking woman. "Seventy-five cents, ma'am," was answered. "Seventy-five cents!" ... Read More

From Death unto Life Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 The prayer-meeting excitement was over for the day, and Mr. Lyon, who had returned to his family, was feeling the pressure of old states, and the jar of old discordant conditions of life. Mrs. Lyon was weary with her day's work, and manifested an unusua... Read More

Duty and Kindness Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 There was an angry frown on the countenance of Deacon Jonah Browning. There were tears on the sad face of his wife. "He shall be sent to sea!" said Deacon Browning, sternly. There was a pleading look in the eyes of Mrs. Browning, as she lifted them to the ... Read More

As We Forgive Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "He must pay it!" The voice that said this was firm, and the tone decided. "I think he is very poor, Mr. Glenn," answered the collector, who was making his weekly return. "No matter; poor people must pay their debts, as well as rich ones. I can't undertake to ... Read More

Dealing with Adversity Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "Tripped up again!" "Who?" "Brantley." "Poor fellow! He has a hard time of it. Is he all the way down?" "I presume so. When he begins to fall, he usually gets to the bottom of the ladder." It was true; Brantley had tripped again; and was down. He had ... Read More

Gentle Hand By Timothy Shay Arthur I did not hear the maiden's name — but in my thought I have ever since called her "Gentle Hand." What a magic lay in her touch! It was wonderful. When and where , it matters not now to relate — but once upon a time, as I was passing through a thinly peopled distric... Read More

The Fiery Trial Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Pay the amount of your bill, sir!" The man thus unceremoniously addressed, lifted his eyes from the ledger, over which he had been bending for the last six hours, with scarcely the relaxation of a moment, and exhibited a pale, care-worn countenance — and, t... Read More

Angels with Us Unawares Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "Dear mamma , I love you," says the baby-boy, clasping his white arms lovingly about her neck, and receiving her kiss in return. Helpless little creature! It will be long indeed, before he will realize a mother's self-denying tenderness , her concern... Read More

An Angel in Disguise By Timothy Shay Arthur Idleness, vice , and alcohol had done their miserable work — and the dead mother lay cold and still amid her wretched children. She had fallen upon the threshold of her own door in a drunken fit, and died in the presence of her frightened little ones. Deat... Read More

Heavenly-minded Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 I listened while he talked in a low, serious, tender voice. He was speaking of the home in Heaven towards which his heart aspired. "There will be no more night there, nor chilling winter," he said; "no more sorrow, no more toil, no more pain; for God is the ... Read More

Wheat or Tares? Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "Wheat or tares — which are you sowing, Fanny, dear, in the mind of this sweet little fellow?" said Uncle Lincoln to his niece, Mrs. Howard, as he lifted a child not yet beyond his fourth summer upon his knee, and laid one of his hands amid the golden curls ... Read More

The Two Pictures Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "How beautiful!" And the two men paused before the window of a print-seller. The picture which had called forth from one of the men this admiring exclamation, was a showy bit of landscape, painted for effect, and well calculated to deceive an unpracticed ey... Read More

The Merchant's Son Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 A young man of fine appearance was pacing slowly and thoughtfully up and down the parlors of his father's house. The clear, softened light of the full moon streamed in upon the furniture, and revealed occasionally the expression of his countenance, which ... Read More

Is He a Christian? Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "Is he a Christian? The question reached my ear as I sat conversing with a friend, and I paused in the sentence I was uttering, to note the answer. "Oh, yes; he is a Christian," was replied. "I am rejoiced to hear you say so. I was not aware of it before,... Read More